Quickly wear! Bind to the scumbag transformation system

In the fiery and exciting UFW fighting arena, cheers and shouts continued.

"Come on, Jamie, break his neck and make that Asian guy less arrogant"

"Oh, fuck"

The shouts were mixed with insults and excited roars. This was an open underground competitive fighting tournament in the United States. It was highly sought after by all parties for its bloody and brutal fighting techniques without rules.

At this time, a muscular black man wearing red boxing shorts was on the stage, biting his braces and staring ferociously at the bronze-skinned, masked man opposite him.

Although his eyes were fierce, there was fear in them. The pain in his elbows, shoulders and leg hollows made the former boxing champion clearly understand that the Asian man opposite him was a strong opponent.

He spoke in West Coast English:

"I've heard of you, Yaoyang, and I've wanted to fight you for a long time. You... are bound to lose."

After saying that, he raised his thumb and made a provocative downward gesture.

This immediately drew cheers from his fans off the field.

But the man opposite, who was nearly 1.9 meters tall and had beautiful muscles comparable to those of a bodybuilding star, seemed unmoved.

He just stretched his body, like a nimble and dangerous cheetah that had just woken up, and made a hook gesture towards Jamie.

The difference was that he attracted a round of boos mixed with lively discussions.

"I've heard of this guy named Yaoyang. He has achieved some success in Asia in recent years, but he doesn't even dare to show his face. I guess he doesn't have any real skills."

"I also think that Jamie is the previous UFW champion, they are not in the same weight class, there is no comparison at all.

I really don’t know what the organizers were thinking to allow Yaoyang to perform.”

"Yeah, this is an insult to Jamie himself."

......

The audience's heated discussion almost blew the roof off, but soon, they fell silent in astonishment. Jamie on the stage was still nowhere to be found.

The man named Yaoyang went from defense at the beginning to offense, beating Jamie so hard that he had almost no chance to fight back.

His fist was as hard as steel and carried with it a strong wind. When it smashed down, Jamie's nose was broken and he fell to the ground howling in pain.

But the masked man seemed to be stimulated by the blood. His eyes were bright and burning with excitement. He pressed Jamie on the fighting stage and punched him at the most painful and vulnerable part.

The bloody scene was simply breathtaking. The people in the audience gasped, but soon stood up and kept shouting. Jamie's fanatical fans also turned against him in an instant, and the whole stadium shouted:

"Yaoyang, the King of Fighters"

"Hit, yes, just like that, it feels so good, don't stop"

That’s right, UFW underground competitive fighting is all about excitement. At this moment, the people in the venue are getting their adrenaline rushing after watching this reversal of the match, and their eyes are red with excitement.

003 looked at Jamie lying on the ground, covered in blood, his heart pounding: "Host, stop hitting him, he's dying"

But at this moment, Xu Yaoyang's mind was filled with the scene in his previous life where the Xu family was framed, his two elders died tragically, his younger brother was thrown into prison, and he was forced to drive off a cliff while escaping.

He was so blood-thirsty that he didn't notice the knuckles of his middle finger sticking out as he smashed it hard on Jamie's temple.

At this moment, 003 used a powerful electric shock, and Xu Yaoyang suddenly woke up.

He was trembling all over, his eyes were bloodshot, and after a moment he slowly put down his hand.

003 was relieved to see him calm down. This host was reborn with hatred, and his willpower was so strong that ordinary electric shocks had no effect on him.

003 lives in the host's head every day and is almost swallowed by his darkness. It has never wanted to escape from a plane so urgently.

"Host, life is hard to come by, you must cherish it. Multiple strong electric shocks will affect your health."

Xu Yaoyang raised a disdainful arc at the corner of his mouth and said coldly:

"I've heard this so many times that I'm sick of it. Don't repeat what I said. I'm not stupid."

003: "..."

What should I do if the host refuses to listen?

At this moment, the referee came up from below with an excited look on his face, pulled Xu Yaoyang's hand and raised it above his head. Suddenly, the fighting arena was filled with thunderous applause and a burst of shrill cheers.

"The King of Fighters, Yaoyang, The King of Fighters, Yaoyang..."

All the fans in the audience were paying attention to the man named Yaoyang, waiting for him to take off his mask, but he simply raised the corners of his mouth under the mask, raised his hand casually, and walked out from the backstage.

At this time, a low-key Maybach stopped at the back. Many candid photographers watched the masked boxing king get into the car, and then the car quietly drove away in the night.

They cleverly took a picture of the license plate, but the next second, their phones were confiscated by several men in black, who then strangled them and dragged them into the back alley.

Feng Yan sat in the passenger seat and glanced at the entertainment reporters behind him through the rearview mirror, gloating:

"We've been ordered not to film, but these guys are really brave, like a shadow following you everywhere."

After saying that, he turned around and glanced at Xu Yaoyang happily, and said jokingly:

"If you ask me, Boss, you shouldn't be so low-key. Go to that station openly. Those entertainment reporters wouldn't dare to write anything about you.

Are you kidding? As the heirs of the Xu family in Qinghai City, they must want to die so they spread rumors about you."

The tall man in the back row had taken off his mask. He had high cheekbones, deep eyes, and a face that was classically handsome in European style.

But there was a three-centimeter scar on the left eyebrow, which added a bit of sharpness to him and made his temperament seem a little fierce.

This is indeed the case. When Xu Yaoyang heard what his men said, he raised his eyelids and glanced at Feng Yan coldly:

"I don't want to say this again. The heir of the Xu family is my brother Xu Yaodong. From the day I left, I have no relationship with the Xu family anymore. Do you understand?"

Feng Yan was frightened by his terrifying eyes, and immediately sat up straight and nodded respectfully:

"Yes, Brother Yao."

Xu Yaoyang then calmed down, threw the 3 million bonus check in his hand casually, and then lit a cigarette:

"Give it to the brothers as a reward for this quarter."

Feng Yan and the driver looked at each other happily. He had never seen a boss more generous than his boss.

Feng Yan took the check and thanked Xu Yaoyang on behalf of the brothers from Sheng'an Group.

"By the way, Boss, the company said that the president of the Yu Group is here again and wants to see you again. It should be related to the recent troubles of the Yu family."

Yu family, Yu Lian.

Xu Yaoyang held a cigarette between his fingers, leaning against the car window, and vaguely recalled a face as bright as a rose in the smoke...